Last weekend as we were getting ready to go out and about to do some errands I found myself in front of my bathroom mirror with my Chi in one hand and my brush in the other. It was the beginning of a totally normal day.
Until it wasn't.
Because as I was passing the straightener through my hair, making my normally frizzy and wavy locks smooth and straight, I caught the bright reflection of a grey strand against the stark contrast of my black hair.
And I freaked out. A grey hair!! On my head!!
And to make matters worse, since most of my hair was still an unstraightened poof ball and the offending hair was towards the back of my head I had to call Mike into the bathroom to pull the sucker out since I couldn't get a good enough grip on the sucker to pull it out without pulling a bunch of other hairs out too. It's bad enough that I had a grey hair, I certainly didn't need a bald spot to go along with it. So Mike got to come in and join my pity party.
(I don't care if the old wives tale of pulling one out ends up with three in its place is true of not, there was no way that thing was spending one more second on my head! )
I suppose now is as good a time as any to welcome myself into the wonderful world of hair dye.